"There is no telling, Dora," he replied evasively.
"No telling? Doesn't Captain Jerry know where we are?"
"Hardly. You see it is so dark, and we can't make any headway with the mast gone."
"How stupid of me! I should have known that. Shall we try to fix up some supper?"
"You might pass some sandwiches. But, no, we had better come down, one at a time," returned Dick.
This suggestion was carried out, Captain Jerry being the last to go down, leaving the wheel in the hands of Dick and Tom.
"Don't ye let it git away from ye," was his caution. "If ye do it will be good-by, 'Liza Jane, an' all of us goin' slam bang to Davy Jones' locker!"
From old Jerry the girls learned that they would probably have to remain on the yacht all night.
"Don't ye git alarmed," he said. "The storm's goin' down, an' we'll come out all right when the sun rises."
The prospect of remaining on the ocean all night was dismaying, and all of the girls wonwered what Mrs. Stanhope would say when they did not return.
